“We wilted – like weeping willows wallowing wistfully in the wind.”

Caught inside my mind trapped between its horrid lines losing precious time.

How can I be brave when my insides are quaking from fighting this fear.

Hope such a fickle thing most days it keeps me going other days it pulls me apart.

Unlike you, I actually follow through when I say I will.

Even though we tried we still ended up broken shattered, scattered, glass.

Sweet oblivion please come and carry me off to freedom, at last.

Will you stay up late with me tonight? sit quietly while I write you into a piece of art that will be a marvel for the ages?

Night moon shines down on us reflecting our kindred souls colliding.

You are the season of love, light and endless grace awe excludes from you.

And I knew something was deeply broken inside me when you gave me the most glimmering of compliments and I still could not bring myself to muster even the faintest of smiles.

Now the fireflies do more justice with their light than we ever did.

And all the sorries I imagined you would say was just apologies that never came.

And even if a short while from now you take off to inhabit some cloud way above cloud nine I’d still rather stay grounded and watch the stars from here.

There is beauty in endings, for they are simply our new beginnings.

And I will continue to be like the sun falling yet rising every single day.

It’s too good to be true things are bound to go terribly wrong at some point – whenever things are going good for a while.